Note: The author's bacteria have only recently entered the trap, so the hot blood has produced new food. OOC belongs to me, don't miss it if you pass by!
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Yui finally had enough of the ridiculous torture. Her metal wheelchair crushed Jiu Lanshu's ever-high spine, forcing him to pick up the damp and broken moonlight in the basement bit by bit, and piece together a cracked childhood that only belonged to her.
"Brother, you should love me, only me."
The imprisoned sister wanted to watch the calm and self-possessed pure-blood ancestor sink deeper and deeper into the obscure and growing guilt.
But when Jiu Lanshu finally surrendered, kissed her festering and shrunken legs, held the dirty and old clothes of her childhood, and knelt in front of her, promising his decayed love over and over again, and confessing his past sins, she suddenly got tired of this false confession.
"Yui, Yui..."
Shu murmured this distant and unfamiliar name, and Yu Ji's innocent figure could no longer be reflected in his empty eyes.
"I'll give you whatever you want, okay?"
His sister's pale fingers passed through his chest and held the cold heart.
"I want you to die."
Intention: The balance will favor the cold sufferer